Mika

        In general, Mika loved creating things. Whether it would be a drawing done on the wall of the caves, or a magnificent painting like he was able to do before, or a sculpture warding off unfriendly beasts, as long as it was himself and his own claws that had made it. But, by far, his favorite was sword making. Despite the craft being weapons, Mika greatly enjoyed etching the metal and enchanting it into a unique and deadly blade. He engraved more than swords as well, daggers and armor and all sorts of shining metals. He would engrave a chest plate with a sprawling etching of a a mountain range, a dagger would have decorative hieroglyphs along the sides. And, today, the Marketplace was open. It was a small market, situated on the edge of of the arcane and wind regions, mostly populated by travelers and merchants. It opened once every moon cycle, the day after the new moon. Mika had traveled as far as he was able to through the tunnels, then, with his merchandise strapped to his chest, had scrambled across the edge of the arcane region until he reached the Marketplace. His booth, reserved for him every moon cycle, was towards the back of the market, slightly out of way. For Mika, it was perfect. First, he took out the sign he had so carefully painted before his first visit to the Marketplace, hanging it from the awnings of the booth. Then, he unwrapped the blades and armor, arranging the swords and daggers on the table, fitting the armor on the two wildclaw mannequins in the back. With a happy sigh, he pulled open the curtains and called out to the bustling market:

        "Enchanted weapons and armor for sale over here!"


-polite
-but not overly friendly
-constantly sounds worn-out
-has a slight rasp
-likes to listen to others talk
-enjoys boasting about his craft
-enchanter